[zoe]

Welcome to Vegas...Enjoy your Stay

The OOC/Sign Up thread is http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1241322-dawn-of-vegas-interest-thread/. Please use that thread for planning and sign up. OOC messages in this thread should only be a sentence or two long that isn't impractical to waste a post in the Interest Thread.

As reference, here's the rules: Rules
1. No God Mode. If you get shot in the head, you die. If you get shot in the arm, that arm is either useless or severely crippled until it gets healed.
2. Post at least once every two days. I know that may be hard but if you can't post like that for some reason, please notify the other people of the forums before hand.
3. If you want to control a vanilla character like Benny, House, General Oliver, or something, make sure you're a good RPer first. Otherwise, I'll just give control of them to my GMs
4. My word and the GMs word is law
5. Just because you apply to be GM doesn't mean you will be GM. GM status will be given based on my experience with you in both discussions on the forums and RPing.
6. Bananas are yellow. If you read the rules, you would know that and would post that somewhere in your character sheet.
7. When creating a character, make sure your character's backstory and weaponry follow that of a faction. So a King wouldn't have power armor or Caesar's Legion wouldn't use a laser rifle unless the guy's Frumentarri.

Characters:

DarkZerker

Spoiler

Name: Aiden "Augustus" Lamina
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Race: Human - Asian

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
General Appearance: This, excluding the armor.

Weaponry: Gobi Campaign Scout Rifle (It's right next to Cottonwood Cove, I find it completely stupid that nobody noticed it) w/ Silencer OR .45 SMG w/ Round Drum, Machete, Switchblade.
Armor: Legion Praetorian Armor
Gear: Healing Powder, Traditional China Herbal Medicine, Map of Post-War Mojave Wasteland
Misc Items: 15 Legion Denari, Photo of Lyn (Wife/Personal Slave)

Personality: Aiden is unlike any of the Legion. He is, of course, very aggressive in combat and a very ruthless commander towards the enemy but to his own troops, Aiden is very caring like a father figure or a comrade rather than a warlord. Out of combat, Aiden is fairly nice, though also pretty strict. As Caesar's personal doctor, Aiden is very attentive and has a doctor - patient relationship with him. Aiden isn't one to svck up however, despite his high position.

Biography: Aiden was born in a small tribe in the East. His father was a Follower doctor and guard, who taught Aiden from an early age about modern medicine and how to shoot guns. His mother was one of the tribals whom his father was sent to help with dialect translation and medicine. She taught him the tribe's traditional medicine, which was just copied from both Native American and Chinese herbal medicine. Despite this large gap of knowledge, Aiden managed and even understood both the tribe's dialect, English, and a few Asian languages from reading medicine texts.

Eventually, Aiden did as other tribals and fell in love with a tribal girl, Lyn. For a time, Aiden's life was very simple. He was both a hunter due to his marksmanship skills and, obviously, the tribe's go-to doctor after his father died in a hunting accident when Aiden was 14. When Aiden was 18, the Legion rolled into the tribe. They were assimilated and 1/3 of the tribe were killed.

Although Aiden was stationed for execution, his knowledge of English proved just enough for him and Lyn to be slaves. As a slave, Aiden spent a few years training as a slave and even fighting in the arena. He got good enough to be qualified to be a Legionary, but being a slave, Aiden was never allowed to. But one day, just after the attack on Fort Aradesh, a Centurion was mortally wounded and came to the Fort. Although other slave doctors said they couldn't do anything, Aiden barely made do with the help of Lyn and his tribal medicine knowledge.

As reward for healing the Centurion, he asked Caesar to free Aiden. He was freed and joined the Centurion's Centuri and put in an incompetent Decanus' Contubernia. Aiden couldn't stand his comrades being slaughtered by the Decanus' incompetence and challenged the Decanus. Aiden won the battle, became a Decanus, and was later noticed by Caesar during the First Battle when he saved many Legionary lives and took a lot of NCR lives as well using guerrilla tactics, pincer moves, and other very distinct attacks that didn't require any sacrifice on the Legion side and five times the number of his Contubernia were killed on the NCR front.

Caesar appointed Aiden as his personal physician after seeing his medical skills in action and then made him in charge of two Centurions. Aiden leads them with an iron fist but still retains his tactical prowess and his desire to not get his men killed, which makes him popular amongst the Legionaries in the group, including the Centurions. When he got to the position, Aiden was able to take a wife, and he immediately took Lyn and protected her from both Centurions, slaves who svck up to the Legionaries, and even Praetorians.

Faction: Caesar's Legion - Caesar's Royal Physician, Has Two Centurions under his command or 200 Legionaries.

Undead Fiend

Spoiler

Name: Devon Farra

Age: 26

Gender:Male

Race:Caucasian

Faction: Mr.House

Skills and Talents: Devon has a special set of skills. He's able to pick a lock or tell a robot to unlock it for him. He knows how to fire a gun fairly well. Prefers Pistols for lower recoil.

General Appearance: Devon has short brown hair which he himself cuts. He has green eyes. He was joke on as a little kid because he spent all day on a computer. He was called Computer Eyes. Devon weighs around 160 pounds and is out of shape. He is 5'3 being a short guy also. He has pale white skin.

Clothing/Armour: Devon dislikes using Armor but will use his custom lightweight leather armor with a symbol of Radiation on it. Devon will use his Black Business suit on non-violent occasions.

Weapons: Devon prefers pistols and uses a 9mm pistol. For close encounters he uses a Cleaver.

Personality:Devon is a warm person. Despite being mistreated in his Childhood. He does not like bullies or any other kind of pest. Devon cannot stand being around negative people. He is a Realist and can be optimistic at times.

Biography/History: Devon had a very bad childhood. Besides being beaten he was bullied,pushed around and jumped as a kid all because he was a nerd. Devon never had a mom. His father was a drunk and abusive. Devon decided to help Mr. House when his father died. He's helping Mr.House because he believes its the best decision for New Vegas. Devon trust Mr. House with his life. But will Mr.House trust him?

Your mom=My brother

Spoiler

Name: Dallas "Dally" Michaels
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Caucasian

Appearance: http://i28.tinypic.com/211qkow.jpg

Weaponry:
1) 44. Magnum- Clean, polished, and deadly. Tucked safely behind Dally's back.
2) 10mm SMG- Nice black finish, sags from Dally's bandolier strap.
3) Switchblade- Kept sharp and clean. Sunlight easily glistens off it. Deep in Dally's pocket.

Armor: Usually a leather jacket over a white or black T-shirt. Levi 501 jeans cuffed at 1 inch. Other times, he wears the Jailhouse Rocker or a plain white t with dark blue pants.

Gear:
Sack of caps and pre-war money. Duck-tape.
Wrench

Misc Items:
1)Switchblade comb
2)Murphy's Pomade, a hair product that you style your hair with.
3)An old Sony Walkman loaded with classic rock songs.

Personality: Dislikes NCR or politicians. Hates being pushed, bossed around, or unintentionally insulted. Also hates seeing innocents being picked on. A very nice and relaxed guy at times. Other times he can become easily pissed. Loves fixing things.

Biography: Dallas was born in North Vegas Square to a traveling dad and abusive mother. He grew up in the filthy but independent area, and like the other residents, developed a hatred towards the NCR for not supporting the lower class people of New Vegas. At age 10, the Michaels family accumulated enough money to leave the slums and move closer to New Vegas. While traveling, they discovered Freeside.

After entering the equally rough area as their old home, they failed to pass the Securitron checkpoint because they did not have the required amount of 2,000 caps. Heartbroken by this, the family had to stay in Freeside. After 3 years, Dally's dad dissapeared one night into the wastes, leaving his .44 magnum behind. His mother, both depressed and drunk, committed suicide not long after. Dallas, depressed and heartbroken, buried his mom a good mile away from Freeside and learned to live in the "ghetto."

The Followers found Dallas, starving and weak, and nursed him back to health. In return, Dallas learned valuable mechanic skills and repaired Auto-Docs and the such for the Followers. After a couple years of helping out the Followers, he decided he needed to move on. That's when he learned about The Kings.

While walking back to his "home", an aging building with one mattress, he saw an NCR soldier pestering Freeside bums with a full bottle of water. Frustrated by years of hatred towards the NCR and the act this young soldier was doing, Dally shot the soldier with the magnum. The soldier clutched his wound in pain, an then saw the stunned Dally in the corner of his eye. Raising his rifle, he took aim at the 16 year old boy and...

Bam! Another .44 round pierced into the soldier and finished him, saving Dally's life and blessing the bums with some fresh water. Pacer, the man who took the second shot, congratulated Dallas for fighting back against the NCR and introduced him to The King. The King, proud of Pacer's slightly exaggerated story of what Dally did, welcomed him into The Kings and gave him a new home. Dally kindly accepted the offer, and finally thought that his life was back on track.

After four years of being a King, he continues to roam the streets with his friends in Freeside, wearing a well-known reputation of being a tough, heroic King.

Faction:
The Kings
Position:
Third-in-Command

Captainrex

Spoiler

Name: John Laurence

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Race: Caucasian

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Brown

General Appearance: John is of average height and is very slim. He isn’t too skinny but by far nowhere near fat. His hair is long and isn’t very tidy, he has a rough beard.

Weaponry: 9mm Pistol, Weathered 10mm Pistol

Armour: Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit

Gear: 12 Stimpaks, 6 Bobby Pins, Vault 13 Canteen

Personality: John is a kind hearted soul, he likes to help those in need and frowns on people who like to kill or sell slaves. He will though look past those things.

Bio: John was born in Arroyo, the second one ever since the Enclave destroyed the original years ago. He loved his time in the Core Region but fate was to make itself known. Something happened, something that still eludes John that forced him to move on to greener pastures. After he received an armoured Vault suit and a 10mm pistol he headed off towards the Mojave Wasteland. He had the misfortune to arrive in the year 2281, at that time the NCR and Legion were battling each other. After having a run in with the NCR and Legion he has stayed away from both of them in a small town called Goodsprings. But fate shall conspire against him once again and in the upcoming dust up he may need to pick a side even if it’s one he doesn’t want to join.

Faction: Himself, later Caesar’s Legion

xToastyBreadx

Spoiler

Name: Tyler “Scarecrow” Block

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Race: Human, Caucasian

Eye color: One's Light Green and the other is Light Blue.
Hair color: Light Brown
Appearance: Tyler is tall and slim. He has a clean haircut and a rough beard to go along with it. He also has burns all along his arms which are covered in bandages.

Weapons: Black Anti-Material Rifle, 9mm pistol, combat knife, and a couple of Frag Grenades.
Armor: NCR Ranger Combat Armor
Gear: Stims, Med-x, .50 MG incendiary rounds.
Misc. Items: Bag of Legion ears, logbook for kills, pictures of Legion Centurions and higher ups.

Personality: Tyler has a calm cool complexion when in the heat of battle. He's able to read the battlefield and remove key players with precision and without hesitance. He has an extreme disdain for the Legion, which shows in his eagerness to compete in competitions for kills. Outside of battle he is quite sociable but slightly bitter against troopers that are green.

Biography: Tyler was born in Zion Canyon with his Mom, Dad, and brother. His mom was an ex-tribal and his dad was a Desert Ranger. When Tyler was 16 they had move with the rest of the ranger contingent to Arizona where they came into contact with Caesars Legion. There a battle had ensued between the two, killing Tyler's mom. As the war went on, Tyler and his brother were both drafted into the Desert Rangers under desperate circumstances.

Later that year after months of desperate fighting, the NCR offered to help the Rangers and Tyler experienced the signing of the treaty firsthand. He and the other rangers made their way into Nevada to help support the NCR in setting up fortifications at the Hoover Dam.
In 2273, Tyler and his brother were investigating a Legion slave camp when they spotted a fellow Ranger's body roll into the Colorado. Without thinking, they jumped in to save the crippled Ranger, which later they were both promoted to Veteran Ranger status for their heroic actions.

By 2277, Tyler had racked up about 283 confirmed kills, or about half a Cohort (480 Legionaries). He was well respected within the NCR and led a squad of Ranger snipers during the First Battle of Hoover Dam. During the battle a lucky Legionary had shot a fuel canister near the squad, killing half (including his brother) and severely burning Tyler's arms.

Now Tyler is part of a Ranger hit squad in charge of taking down high ranking officials as well as giving support during major battles. The squads are usually split into teams of three, Tyler being one of the leaders.

Faction: NCR – Veteran Ranger, second-in-command of Hit Squad Echo

Mati. (By the way, Nostalgia Critic would say hi)

Spoiler

Name: Carter ''The Mole'' Jacobs


Gender: Male


Age: 37


Race: Caucasian



Eye Color: Blue.


Hair Color: Black


General Appearance: http://upload.wikime...itoScaletta.jpg



Weaponry: 5.56 mm pistol, sawed-off shotgun and a modified baseball bat with a cork core, maple body and attached nails.


Armor: An old pre-war business suit, although a black one; similar to President Kimball's suit. He usually wears a fedora-like black pre-war hat on his head. If he leaves New Vegas, he steps into his combat armor.


Gear: A modified Pip-Boy 2500 that allows him to enable ultra-heat sight to see trough walls. Also hacked with tons of pre-war music that were downloaded.


Misc Items: A bag for his caps and casino chips, a burned pre-war picture of a beautiful woman he always carries with himself. Fake NCR ID.


Personality: His bosses call him a ''Good Earner'' all the time. But with time, he became a bit hot-headed and suffers from frequent paranoia. His life seems to be a mix of alcohol, gambling and cheap girls, but in fact he's a very loyal person. When he has a goal, he does everything for it, without minding any casualties including his own life.


Biography:
Carter lost his family while he still was a savage person living in the faction that became the Omertas. He always used to be the top gun, often going on the most dangerous tasks to make his tribe happy. He was obsessed with the past and always read books about the time before the war. Laws and crime always interested him. When his tribe got connected with Mr. House, he quickly accepted it as The Omertas became similar to that what he read about in the books. Nero was always a hero to him, as he has helped him out when he was a child. He appreciates that Nero got involved with business he could easily get away from just to save Carter's ass. That's why he became very loyal to him and rather works for him than for Big Sal.


Faction: Omertas, got connections to the bosses and owns a small group of low-ranked members. You'd call him a ''Capo'' these days.

ALL MEMBERS MUST POST CHARACTER, FACTION, AND LOCATION IN HEADING OF A POST FOR THE FIRST FEW POSTS

Example:

Aiden, Caesar's Legion - New Vegas

Time is optional but encouraged.

[Taylah Haines]

(OOC)I'll be controlling Mr. House's Faction since I'm the only member. Devon's dog is a recent addtion.
Devon Farra, Mr. House-Lucky 38.
Time-7:30 A.M

Devon awoke to, Gill, his dog, barking. Devon took it as a sign it was 7:30 and he needed to get up. He sat up and wiped the crust out of his eyes and put his hands on his hand. He brought his hands to his mouth and bounced his hands against it. He looked towards his closet, it was open and his black business suit was there. Devon thought, Jane must have cleaned it. He stood up and streached some more and walked towards his closet. He petted Gill on the head and grabbed his business suit. He slipped it on and put on his brown shoes. He sat down on his chair and layed back a bit still tired and closed his eyes. He looked at the door and sighed. He stood up and Jane opened it. Devon jumped back and Jane said "Devon, Mr. House wants to see you." in her female voice Mr. House had made. Devon said back "Ok I'll go up there, asap."
Devon walked past Jane and and into the elevator.

[D LOpez]

John Laurence, Himself - Goodsprings
Time- 8:00 AM

When John woke he was greeted by the harsh rays of the sun, he quickly covered his face with dirty blankets. After a while he uncovered his face and slowly got out of bed. He groaned as he stretched and headed to the nearby closet. After he put on his Vault suit he headed out into the open. He had been in Goodsprings for about a month, after having a close call between the NCR and Legion he retreated to a place where he could relax for awhile, but life in Goodsprings wasn't really his thing. He wanted work, not a life of herding Bighorners and chasing off Geckos. Today though felt different as if something would happen that would change not only his life but the lives of all who dwell in Goodsprings. He made his way over to the Prospector Saloon, the bartender Trudy was in early she was busy cleaning a glass.

"Morning Trudy" said John taking a seat in the corner.

"Huh, oh morning there John. Sunny wants to see you" she said placing the glass on the counter.

"Oh what she want?" asked John.

"I think she wants some help with a bunch of Geckos by the Source" said Trudy.

"Thanks Trudy, I'll go right now" said John getting off the seat and left the Prospector to look for Sunny.

[Richard]

Tyler "Scarecrow" Block, NCR - Hoover Dam
Time- 4:00 AM

It was Tyler's turn to be on watch. The air was nice, cool, almost enough to make you think you weren't in the middle of Hell's sandbox. Tyler was stationed at the Hoover Dam to help stop Legion patrols from crossing the river. So far he's seen two, both in small numbers carrying supplies. It wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, but at least he wasn't a bum, begging for water. Tyler was on one of the observation towers, scanning the Colorado with binoculars, when he spied a group of Legionaries waiting on the arrival of a supply shipment. He quickly scanned the bank to see some men packing up crates with large red X's on them.

"Perfect" Tyler said as he readied his .50 Cal. He could see that the party waiting on the other side was gathered around a group of cars, engines untouched by the Great War. He loaded a couple of Incendiary rounds, he was ready to wake up the neighborhood. Five minutes of watching the raft make its way across the river made him thirsty, so he rummaged through his bag to find a bottle of purified water. After a couple of swigs, Tyler could see that the raft had finally made it, and that they were unloading the supplies. He slowly put his aim to where the engine of one of the cars were, examining the distance between them and the group. It was almost too perfect.

There was a loud boom, almost like the Great War had started again, ready to engulf the world a second time with nuclear fire. Tyler chuckled, watching the mini mushroom clouds expand and dissipate as he cocked the bolt back, releasing the hot casing. After the smoke had cleared, all he could see was body parts floating in the river and blood everywhere. "This will surely grab the Legion's attention" he said as he marked down his kills into his notebook.

[Stay-C]

Sean Venizelos, himself; Westside - near Miguel's Pawn Shop
Time - 5:15 A.M.

A loud boom echoed through the night, just like it did every night in Westside. Sean was so used to sleeping through the sound of gunfire that he usually wouldn't even bother to get off of his bedroll, but he couldn't sleep well tonight. Sean slowly picked himself up off of the ground and blinked a few times to knock the blur out of his eyes. The gunshot was distant, and Sean knew that whoever was shooting posed no real danger to him, but he picked up his trail carbine just to be safe. Slowly lumbering his way out of the ally that he was sleeping in, Sean looked up at the sky. The sun wouldn't rise for almost another hour, and New Vegas still looked gleaming and alive. A small Westside Militia post was directly in front of Sean, and he began to walk toward it. The guard inside was about an hour away from ending his shift, and he looked exhausted.

Sean looked at him and said, "You can go to bed if you want Frank, I'll take the rest of your shift."

"Can't sleep again?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, I don't know what it is, I just wake up and can't go back to sleep" Sean replied

"Well if you really want my shift, I'd like to get some sleep before the sun comes out." Frank said as he stood up and stretched. "Thanks Sean"

"No problem Frank, see you later" Sean said quietly as he sat down in Frank's chair and rested his carbine against some sandbags. "I haven't left Westside in three weeks" he thought to himself "Maybe that's why I can't sleep, I'm not doing anything to make myself tired."

He looked over at the bright lights of Vegas again. "Maybe I'll head over to Freeside tomorrow, Mick and Ralph might have some new stuff to trade" Sean thought as tried to think of something to do. Then he sighed as he looked down the street at Miguel's Pawn Shop, knowing that he volunteered to help Miguel clean up the shop today. "Ughh"

[Emily Martell]

Dallas "Dally" Michaels,The Kings- Freeside
Time- 9:45 AM

"Gooooooood morning New Vegas! It's your one and only love, Mr. New Vegas, here to share you my love.
As for today's news, we have a sunny forecast of gamma rays and radioactive rain, enjoy..."
Dally's eyelids drowsily rose as the radio sputtered to life. Instantly, his hand slammed down on the pre-war radio, knocking it down to the ground.
"[censored]," he whispered to himself as he got up from his comfy bed.
The sounds of classic rock began to play through the three story building the King's called home. Dally couldn't help but sync his lips with the lyrics to the "Jailhouse Rock" as he threw on a white T-shirt and finished it off with his Kings leather jacket.
"Number 47 said to number 3, you the cutest jailbird I've ever did see, I'd sure would be delighted if you bump with me..."
Dally shook his hips as he sang along with the song. "Good old King," he thought. Although, was his name really King?
"Rise and shine mutt, oh wait you're already up!" Pacer stood by the doorway, slowly puffing a cigarette in his mouth. He was a good friend of Dally.
Dally rolled his eyes as he started shaping out his hair.
"Sup Pace. What's goin' on?"
"Oh the usual. Squatters loitering by the water pump, Rexy acting all twitchy, and a few thugs trying to rumble with some Kings. I'd pop them if the King didn't mind, but he says give it 'till twelve and they'll back down and scurry back to whatever scum cave they came from."
Dally grinned and finished greasing his hair. It was nice and slick, just the way he liked it.
"Yo I'll be down in a sec, gotta finish here."
Dally watched Pacer leave and then pulled a wooden plank up, revealing an old brown box. Shutting his door, he quickly opened the box and admired his dad's revolver. The metal casing still had that magnificent glisten, and not a spot of rust or dirt was present.
Dally tucked the gun in the back of his pants and replaced the plank and box. He hides his gun because he is worried one of these days a punk King would steal his most prized possession. That better not happen.
Dally also slung his SMG over his shoulders and slid his switchblade deep into his pockets.
"Alright! Hair, check. Weapons, check, swag, check! Time to go make trouble." Dally winked at himself as he flexed in the mirror.
In the hallways of the King's "HQ", some of his other very good friends met up with him. Gabe, or "Gamble" as his friends called him, happened to be sipping on Sarsaparilla Sunset at the bar. Gamble was Dally's best friend. He was a skinny man, and his denim jacket hung lower than his hips, but he was still a tough King. The duo proved effective at taking on NCR soldiers and squatters looking for a fight.
"Hey there Dally. What's up?"
Dally took a seat near Gamble and popped open a Nuka-Cola.
"Not much," he replied. "I plan on running some shifts over near the water pump and Mormon Fort soon."
Gabe finished his drink and said,"Catch me when you head out, ok? I wouldn't mind getting some leg work done."
Dally got up from the barstool and went into the stage room. The King had his legs propped up on the small table, enjoying the show a fellow King member was performing. Dally couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh hey there Dally! Didn't hear you come in," said the King in his Elvis like voice.
"Thought I'd drop by. Catch up on some news."
Dally saw Pacer next to the King, smoking the same cig.
"Hey there Pace."
"Bout time kid. Seems to take forever for you to get up."
The King smiled and sat his legs down from the table.
"Glad you came down here before headin' out. Just so happens we got some squatters gathering up by the water pump. Poor Billy ain't gonna last long if he doesn't get more help in the next few minutes. I'd be much obliged if you and a few boys go take care of those meatheads."
Dally tugged on his gun and said," No problem, King. Was plannin' on heading out there myself."
"I'd hate to decline your trigger finger for this task, but try not to kill anybody. Just rough those varmints up, ok?"
Dally shook his head up and down.
"Good. Your a good King, my boy. Now go take care of that business."
With that, Dally grabbed a few fellow Kings and tapped Gamble on the shoulder.
"New assignment. Bunch of squatters giving Billy some problems over at the pump. We gotta keep the killing low, preferably none. Some of the guys are bringin' bats so it won't be all too boring."
With that, Dally, Gamble, and the rest of the boys headed out of the King's den and started off towards the pump.

[Sabrina Steige]

Devon Farra, Mr. House, Lucky 38
Time-7:35 A.M

Devon leaned his back against the elevator and folded his arms. He ran his hands down his face and looked towards the door. He looked at the watch that was on the business suit and sighed. It was 7:35, Devon didn't like waking up as much as the next person. Devon saw the doors open and he walked though and saw a Secretrion standing there. He walked past it and down the steps. He saw Mr. House's screen and said "Good morning Mr. House. As you can see, Jane told me you needed me. So, what is it?" Mr. House said back "Good morning to you also Devon, well for starters it's collection day and you need to remind all the casinos to pay. Also tell them to do so above the normal rate. I saw more NCR troopers come though here then the first time they arrived." Devon nodded and said "I'll get on that." He walked up the stairs and back into the elevator. He sighed and waited for the elevator to open once again.

[Gill Mackin]

John Laurence, Himself - Goodsprings
Time- 8:30 AM

It was half past eight by the time John tracked Sunny down, she was up by the graveyard. He found her standing by a unmarked grave, when he asked who was there she said that a stranger was killed here the other night. His murderer now safe in Vegas, the local robot Victor dug him up but he was already dead by the time Doc Mitchell got to him. But now the pair were heading off to the Source.

"So how many this time round?" asked John.

"Bout a dozen of the mean critters"

As they turned a corner, Sunny's dog Cheyenne started to get her hackles up. Sunny got her varmint rifle ready and John his 10mm. The geckos were upon them before they knew, the creatures obviously smelled Cheyenne.
One gecko leaped up at Sunny but was shot down with a well placed 10mm bullet. Cheyenne jumped onto one and started to rip at its head. Eventually they were all dead, Sunny and John sat down on a rocky ledge to get some well earned rest. But as they looked out they could see a trio of men in blue uniforms in the distance coming towards Goodsprings. Sunny and John looked at each other and quickly got up.

[Maya Maya]

Reserved for post...at a later date

[Silvia Gil]

James Max, Mr. House – Cottonwood Overlook – Nightfall

James looked down at the members of the legion who were patrolling the area, he had been studying the patrols for a couple of days now, meaning he had a rough idea of when the best time to move in was, Aurelius of Phoenix had already gone in and all the dog patrols had gone elsewhere and pretty soon the man who guarded the raft would go to bed. James rechecked his weaponry, instead of his usual .44 Magnum he was using a silenced .22 pistol and instead of his Trail Carbine he was using a silenced .22 SMG. James glanced once more down at the cove, he saw the man who guarded the boats walk towards the tents, James, realising it was time to move, crept silently towards the San Onofre truck that was positioned perilously close to the cliff edge. As James reached the trucks rear he could feel the warm glow of radiation cover him. He looked down towards the roof of one of the buildings; he easily could jump down there without any harm but the trick was getting down their quietly, gently, James eased himself over the edge of the cliff and down the cliff wall, his old muscles quickly becoming tired of holding the weight of both himself and his equipment. Soon enough though James gently touched down on the roof of the old building, he knelt down on it, allowing his arms a rest but also allowing him a chance to look around and check for patrols.

He was lucky, there were no patrols anywhere near him, however, there was a lone guard standing halfway between him and the main building that was serving as the legion’s HQ. James held still for a few moments until the lone guard was facing in the complete opposite direction, as soon as he was, James quietly dropped off the side of the building and crept towards the guard, silently drawing his combat knife as he went, as soon as James was directly behind the guard he sprang up, covering the guard’s mouth with his left hand and plunging the knife into his back with the other hand, the guard’s muffled cries for help quickly subsided as he fell limp in James’s hands. James uttered a small apology to the dead guard as he dragged him towards a small space between two buildings then silently crept towards the legion HQ.

James reached the ground floor of the main building and pulled out his silenced .22 pistol and opened the door, inside was a legion recruit writing out notes, as James entered the recruit stood up;

“What the-“ the recruit cried out as he unsheathed his machete. James fired 4 shots at the recruit. All of them hit.

James then moved towards the ham radio and opened up the front and installed a bug that Mr. House had given him; he waited a few seconds, then the bug flashed twice, informing him that it was transmitting, James then re-attached the front of the radio and looked at the notes the recruit had been writing, they seemed to be useful so he picked them up and placed them in a pocket.

James then crept towards the door and glanced outside, now came the hard part, getting out, he couldn’t exactly get out the way he came in, also one other way involved him sneaking past nearly the entire population of the camp, so the only other option involved basically walking out the front door. So that was what he was going to do.